grease bubble

MacD’s during lunchtime:
there are groups of people happy in conversation and shaking fries, duos taking earnestly and quietly, people in work clothes streaming in and out, students, big groups looking and waiting for seats
but what attracts me are the people alone
the middle-aged lady in front of me who can not stay still, can not stop moving, looking left right up down, at her phone, at everyone else, turning her wrist as if to check the time but she doesn’t, dipping fries and fidgeting and munching and scratching her hair all at once, she makes me feel stoned in her jittery movement
another girl beyond lost in her thoughts, lost in the motion of hand to fry, fry to mouth – she clears her own tray before leaving, did she enjoy the meal
another eating purposefully and slowly whilst reading from her iPad, clearing the bun and pathetic smattering of cabbage shreds before moving on to the double patties atop flattened bread

bile and nausea suddenly arises to protest against the sick greasy smell of fries
I feel slick and oily suddenly